Since Qin Luo left that year, no one has been fishing in the foggy weather for more than a hundred years.
Therefore, Xiaobai has not brought anyone new to the sect for more than a hundred years.
Qiu An still resents this very much.
After all, the stories Qin Luo left behind back then were wonderful, but after reading them over and over again, he now knows them by heart. He understands them better than the exercises he practiced, and he can almost memorize them.
certainly.
It's not a problem for Xiaobai to bring people back. He even thinks it's a good thing to have new stories to listen to.
Just one thing that shocked him.
It was the man who came in sitting on Xiao Bai's back.
Recalling the past, didn't Xiaobai always knock those people out and then bring them in?
Is it possible that a hundred years have passed and it has changed... its nature?
While Qiu An ran to the attic, he saw that Xiao Bai had brought the man under the peach tree, then he shook his tail and returned to the swamp in a flash.
He was speechless for a while.
If the person brought here is a bad person, then Xiaobai is not the one who led the thieves into the house.
However, when he looked at the man under the peach tree from a distance, he saw that his features and eyes were inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
But after thinking about it, he decided to go to Uncle Bai first and use his mind-inquiring mirror to explore the truth.
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Qin Luo looked at the scenery inside the Qingyin Sect, which was still as quiet and harmonious as before.
He sighed slowly.
With the changes in the outside world, this place really looks like a paradise.
And after having experienced so much, when I came here again, I was not as ignorant as before, like a curious baby seeing new things for the first time.
Standing under the peach tree, Qin Luo didn't see anyone, but he was a little confused.
Logically speaking, when I woke up last time, I heard Qiu An standing behind me and reciting the words "Fellow Taoist, you are welcome to visit our Qingyin Sect"?
Could it be that that guy from Qiu An went fishing?
If that's the case, then Bai Zheng shouldn't invite him to the attic and give him a severe lecture.
Just as he was thinking this, Qin Luo raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of two figures in the distance running towards him very fast, arriving almost in an instant.
Bai Zheng stood one step ahead of Qiu An, looked at Qin Luo carefully, and asked doubtfully: "This fellow Taoist seems to be practicing the Qingyin sect's techniques. Do you dare to ask me your surname?"
When he saw Qin Luo, the vigilance he felt when he heard Qiu An's description had weakened a bit.
After all, if the Dao Alliance takes action, it is impossible to send just one monk who is in the early stage of foundation building.
not to mention.
He sensed the skill on the person in front of him, and it seemed to be the Qingyin Sect's skill.
Since they escaped from the world, the number of Qingyin sect's secret techniques has been less than one hand. The most recent one was more than a hundred years ago, when Qin fell into the Sutra Collection Pavilion.
But in any case, the practice system of the Dao League monks is fundamentally different from theirs.
Therefore, monks who can practice their techniques have a high probability of being ruled out as Taoist monks.
Qin Luo smiled slightly, cupped his hands and replied, "My surname is Qin."
"Hey, what's your relationship with Qin Luo? No wonder the first time I saw you, I thought you were familiar. By the way, you know how to tell stories, right?" Qiu An asked directly with his eyes shining.
road.
When he heard this surname, many memories that had been buried deep in his heart came to life, instantly bringing back countless memories.
In his life, the person he met who was the best storyteller was Qin Luo.
So much so that he was willing to equate this surname with being able to tell stories.
Bai Zheng's reaction was not that intense. He patted his back and asked him to be quiet.
Then Bai Zheng cupped his hands again and said: "In this case, fellow Taoist Taoist must be related to fellow Taoist Qin Luo. When he came to visit back then, we got along quite happily. And today you are here, and we also welcome you. I don't know.
What shall we call you?"
Qin Luo naturally had an answer to this question.
The matter of one's own reincarnation is the biggest secret and must not be exposed.
Although he believed that Bai Zheng and the others were not evil people, the matter of being reincarnated with memories happened to a monk with such low strength as himself. It was difficult for them not to guess whether he had some treasure on his body to be able to do this.
After all, this situation is actually the same as living forever.
Even for immortal cultivators, it is still a great temptation.
Qin Luo has practiced scheming over the years, and the most important thing he has learned is not to test the human heart, because the human heart can never withstand the test.
He spoke slowly: "Qin Luo is the ancestor of my family, I am Qin Yu."
His approach now is extremely cautious.
Even if his real name in this life is unknown, he feels it is best not to reveal it.
"Okay. Fellow Taoist Qin Yu, there must be a reason for your visit this time. Is it possible that you are really here to return the medicine cauldron as promised, or do you still want to continue to use it?"
Bai Zheng said nonchalantly.
He added another sentence: "It is not a valuable item to the Qingyin Sect. I gave it to your ancestors. If you want to continue using it, just tell me."
Bai Zheng seemed casual, but he was actually talking in a cliché.
Regardless of Qin Luo's answer of returning it or continuing to use it, or even if his expression fell into thinking, he would take action in the next second.
After all, the real situation is that the medicine cauldron does not exist, and there is no such agreement.
Qin Luo smiled and said: "Senior Bai, please forgive me, my ancestors did not pass down such a medicinal cauldron. I am afraid you have forgotten it?"
As his ancestor, Qin Luo was quite confident in saying this.
What's more, he also heard that Bai Zheng was definitely not completely at ease with him, so he asked this question as a test.
Bai Zheng laughed and said, "Maybe I'm old and confused, and I've brought other people's affairs into your ancestors. I'll treat you to tea later to apologize."
Qin Luo suppressed the twitching of the corners of his mouth. Although he was in a state of turmoil inside, he still smiled gently and said, "Thank you, senior, for your hospitality."
Standing behind Bai Zheng, Qiu An was in a bored daze when he suddenly heard a voice from his uncle.
"Xiao An, I didn't have much contact with fellow Taoist Qin Luo back then, so my understanding is limited. However, you and he had a lot of exchanges together, so you can test whether this younger generation of his is real or fake."
Qiu An immediately understood what Bai Zheng meant. After thinking for two seconds, he blinked and stepped forward with a smile.
He asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone: "I wonder if Brother Xiaoyu has seen you, Brother Luo?"
Qin Luo nodded.
He still looked in the mirror.
"As a junior, Brother Luo must have told you those stories about those years, right?" Qiu An asked.
He even vaguely referred to "novel legends" as "stories of the past."
Qin Luo nodded slightly and said, "That's natural."